Last year my sister and brother introduced me to NaNoWriMo…which loosely translates into a bunch of crazy people commit to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. I tried it last year. I failed. I tried the script frenzy last year. I failed.
So it is with a heart full of butterflies that I am once again receiving emails from my friends at the Office of Letters and Light reminding me that I need to start psyching myself up for another shot at writing the most rough of rough drafts. They offer pep talks, tips on how to pad your word count, and a nifty little plot finder that in itself is worth a trip to the website.
This year I actually have an idea that might make a decent story. I’m not sure though, ’cause I haven’t mapped it all out yet. I’m unclear as to whether or not outlining is allowed. Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve never outlined anything in my life. I am a fly by the seat of my pants writer, which is probably why I have never managed to finish one of these stupid things.
If I was smart, I would pretend like I had never heard of this damn event. I would keep my mouth shut and then no one would ever know that I was falling behind in my word count. But I feel the fear of a public flogging might be the only thing to keep me on track.
I have made my pact with my sister and brother. So “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;”
I’ll keep you posted.
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